Brotherly Love

Bud loves Nutmeg.

Loves. Her.


A smile from his baby sister sends him over the rainbow, and much high-pitched babytalk commences.

J and I have recently been discussing similarities between Bud and Nutmeg, and between Pixie and Wombles, respectively.

Each pair shares certain physical characteristics--say, mouth-and-nose.

One pair is all-out drama. I'll let you guess.

One pair has a person with a force of personality that reaches out farther than a hoopskirt would, seeming to knock things (and sometimes people) over just by being.

We're wondering where Nutmeg will fall in all of this.

We then also noted how the birth order of our children matches the one in my own family of origin. Might we glean any ideas of Nutmeg's future by looking at Cupcake?

Two words: "Look Out."

(PS: Hi, Cham!)

I love my baby sister,
H

Happy 100th

So, this year marks the 100th anniversary of President Reagan's Birth.

You probably know that...stamps, and so on.

I am trying to give a little context for this sight, seen running around after our time of worship at church about three weeks ago:



Our Bud is hiding under there. It was a little spooky, and I just thought I'd share.

Happy...Sunday...

H

Month 3 Onesie Comparison

So, here are the photo selections for Nutmeg, Wombles and Bud at the 3-month mark, along with brief comments comparing and contrasting:


Wombles and Nutmeg: I'm pretty sure they are wearing the exact same onesie in these two photos. Also, both have big cheeks, but he has no hair bow. Or hair.







Nutmeg and Bud: Both decidedly convex. She may have him by a bit, but to be fair, he's lying flat and she's sitting up, which may give her a slight girth advantage. His hair = much more conservative. I believe this was we refer to as Bud's "stockbroker phase." He was very worried about the market. Also, mental note: Luvs show through onesies. Huggies don't. FYI.

Happy Monday!

April Fool's Day!

J made the kids an April-Fool's-Day breakfast: blue pancakes...

and real coffee.


Oh, I lobbied for decaf. What if they actually drank the real, and he headed into the office...leaving me with three highly caffeinated children? Who's the April Fool then?!?

He didn't think they would drink it.

Pixie asked for cream and sugar.

I gave J the evil eye.

He said April Fool's Coffee was black.

The kids asked why he got cream.

He said because he drank it everyday, so it wasn't April Fool coffee.

The kids were not fans of black coffee.

Whew.

Hope all of your tricks and foolsy activities were fun!

What are Little Boys Made Out Of?

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog's Tails.


And snails.

Lots of snails. We did a bunch of yard work Saturday. After the excessive rain we've had recently, there were snails everywhere. I would just throw them onto the lawn; Wombles would slide down the slide, pick them up, and put them in his pocket.

Later, when he came in, J sent him back outside to empty his pocket. Hence the carnage above.



Oh, and the pet worm had to be left outside, too.


Which is better than what had happened on Friday, when Wombles brought his worm and snail into the house and turned them loose. Fortunately, they aren't very fast. Also, (here's a handy tip) you can always follow the shiny snail-trail across the carpet and--voilà!--there's the snail at the end!

Don't say this blog isn't educational.

Baby Dolls

I turn my back for one minute...


Nice that "Lydia" lent Nutmeg her hat.

Happy Saturday!
H

Day to Celebrate!

OK, We had another real birthday to celebrate yesterday. I got a precious phone call last night announcing the birth of my new little niece. We are thrilled and over-the-moon.

Bud brought back his "screech of excitement," which he invented for Wombles' trip home from the hospital birth experience. As he was already in bed, he just kept it up to his heart's content--Wombles was asleep and he wasn't shattering anyone's eardrums.

Finally I grabbed the video camera. I caught the last shriek, and then recorded him flailing his arms and legs against his bed. He stopped long enough to explain, "Mom, I'm having a temper tantrum of JOY!!"

Pixie has already written "S's arrival" on the 20th of March on our calendar. She ran for the Sharpie right away.

She's pretty glad they don't share a birthday. Which is weird--I thought birthday twins would be fun. She's super excited, though.

Wombles is looking at pictures of S. (don't have a nickname yet!) and is figuring it out..."Is Baby B and S. the SAME?!?"

As for me, after crying over the phone call and constantly checking the computer for any new photos, I was just rewarded with a video of little S. So precious. Sticking her tongue in and out and waving her precious baby arm. My brother whispering and smiling. I can't stop watching it.

I can't share it, 'cause it's not mine, so I'll share a different video. It may look like Nutmeg is excited by her play gym, but I'm sure it's really all about Baby S.

We can't wait to meet her!